Tuesday, March 20, 2012

New York

“Where was this photo
taken, Mom?” asked the 30 year old woman while they were sitting at Robert’s
café.

“Oh, that is New York
City.”

“People lived above
the ground?”

“Yes, dear, we did.
This was a long time ago. Back when the air was still breathable.”

“What do you miss the
most?”

The mother closed the
rusted tin box where the memories of a previous life struggled to be remembered
and looked up. A cold white lonely lamp, Robert kept on with the help of a
generator, lit the cave’s corridor dimly.